We woke up at 6:00 and looked out the front door. The cars were covered in a skim of snow and Wesley also claimed he could feel the flakes hitting his hand.
Our news feeds were filled with cautions and slippery road warnings. There were pictures of children, grumpy from bed and standing by nearly invisible piles. Other people bemoaning the lack of more.
And I love it. No matter how old, the promise of snow is so exciting. A snow day, the very best kind of day off from work.
I used to love the first snow fall in New Brunswick, and in Alabama it’s not different.
Snow means a clean slate, a new promise, a reason to smile. I’ll take what I can get.
Lickety split they grow up, turn out, pop off ridiculous words. And one of the best things about living far away, is the very feeling of coming home to all their dear faces.
I went searching for a picture to post on Mother’s Day, and ended up with too many.
It’s impossible, it seems, to capture in one frame what my mother is. I know her without second thought, but sometimes I feel like there is no end to every feeling or memory wrapped up in who she is.
All the unspoken patient moments and the sacrifices I’ll never understand.
The times she listened to my adolescent weeping.
When she’d send me outside to play.
The no’s along with the yes’s.
Her days sweating under a June sun in the garden.
Her face softening as she holds a newborn.
The little ways she laughs or asks about things in detail.
And how my Dad adores her.
She’s a skort and tank. A stern mouth and laugh lines. Fabric and hammer. Wisdom and eye roll.
She’s lemon flavoured with coconut whipped cream, and this year, I’m more thankful for her than ever.
In honour of the last few days in National Poetry Writing Month, I bring you a haiku.
water birthing suds
swirling path of useful chores
this. I am content
I know I usually decry ‘how to’ tutorials on this blog, but recently I’ve been slightly obsessed with multi-media/collage art. Surprisingly, Pinterest has failed me when it comes to breaking down the steps of this type of creative thing.
Maybe an inability to take pictures is part of the artistic process – who knows! It inspired me to document what I did a few weeks ago, however. Some multi-media of my own!
So here you go…this is my experimentation with collage for a friend’s house warming present.
I used a mix of watercolours (for the sunflowers) and various acrylics to cover the old print and portions of the face and flowers.
I also wasn’t completely happy with the words in the background, so I cut out a new piece of paper that fit around the flower petals, rewrote the phrases, painted the paper white and then mod-podged it in place.
The bright black quote was written directly over everything with a fine point Sharpie. I practiced the spacing on a separate piece of paper, but honestly, the surest way to write crooked, is to over think it!
This is a different post than I usually pull together, but I hope it inspires you to do something creative today and not be afraid to make mistakes!